On The Ear Drops The Light Drip

And Doubt And Discord Step 'twixt Thine And Thee.

They Never Fail Who Die In A Great Cause.

Fools Are My Theme, Let Satire Be My Song.

This Sort Of Adoration Of The Real Is But A Heightening Of The Beau Ideal.

But At Sixteen The Conscience Rarely Gnaws So Much, As When We Call Our Old Debts In At Sixty Years, And Draw The Accounts Of Evil, And Find A Deuced Balance With The Devil.